Another wave hits
though I’ve been fine for hours,
Like collected and calm
are now my superpowers,
And he may make me stronger
when things are alright,
He’s my origin story
but he’s my Kryptonite.
Why doesn’t he answer?
Perhaps he is fine?
I try not to worry
or doubt that he’s mine.
Is he off with another?
Because he’s not alone…
Least they have each other
while I’m stuck here at home.
He was on his profile
two hours ago…
I thought he was done
with that chat but who knows?
Is he high now on drugs
instead of flirtation?
If so, for experience
or to dull a sensation?
Has he gone to the baths
in his unplanned descent?
Can the words that I write
allow for consent?
This loss of control;
this pained separation…
Been dressed several times
by my own reparations,
But the freshest of wounds;
post trauma are bleeding…
I struggle to write
but at least I am breathing.
Written by Jason Wright
June 29, 2017